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The Lady.

Small, some would say Petite to me she was always the Lady. Her voice was for me the cooing of a dove. Her graciousness melted the hearts of all that met her. Even just a slight glimpse of this sweet face lifted one out of the deepest gloom. If Angels really exist then this Lady was surely one of these heavenly beings.

I first met this small or petite lady after I fell to the floor. I must have been very clumsy for as I fell I grazed both my knees. Blood ran down my legs soiling my stockings. This Lady came and smiled. She spoke, no she cooed and her voice was music to my ears. Quickly and efficiently she put a dressing on each of my knees. Putting her hand on my forehead she smiled and said these words. No greater harm shall ever come to you. Go on your way with my blessings.

The lady vanished as she had come. I felt very sad that she was no longer with me, at the same time I felt as strong as a lion this cooing voice had blessed me. I could face anything now. The Petite Lady was somehow always in the back of my mind. No I did not see her for many years. Then I slipped off from a wet roof, I had been fixing a few tiles. I could not help myself my body slipped faster and faster. I felt the nothingness of space as I fell from the roof onto the hard ground. I could not move the fall had knocked all of the air from my lungs. I could feel my lungs grasping for deep breathes of air. Then to my surprise she was there by my side. One of those small hands she placed above my heart. My breath came normally. My heartbeats slowed down to their normal rhythm then again that smile. That cooing voice, no fear, no pain, just the reassurance that this petite Lady was near me and as long as she was keeping me company nothing could harm me. Later the owner of the house found me lying on the floor. An ambulance was called and I was driven off to hospital but not before I saw that angelic smile that looked at me. More years went past my memory of the Petite Lady became dimmer and dimmer, in fact a time came when I could not remember her at all just the odd memory came back occasionally of the Petite lady that came to me when I was in need. I am old in years and pains spread across my chest through my heart into my left arm. I remained sitting in my armchair hoping that I would be gone before anyone started making a fuss. After one extra sharp cutting pain, standing in front of me the Petite Lady smiling her smile her cooing voice came to my ears. At first I thought that the pains had turned me deaf then again a hand gently pressed on my chest and heart. The pain receded and a comfort spread through my body. Again the smiling face and the cooing voice, “ We will soon meet again I will be attached to another young soul that is just starting out on this life. I realised what she had told me and I asked this Question. A question that I think you all would have asked.” “Who are you?” another smile and the Petite ladies answer. “Your Guardian Angel.” With these words she left. I was not at all sad for I now know that she is accompanying another soul on his or her way through life. This has made me very happy indeed. Bern